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24 January 2013

Translator's Melancholy

Is the life of a translator from to Russian and Italian so sad o it's my personal propensity to describe only the sad events in my translator's life? Well, my Friends, I don't know what to say. I'll tell you my last story and you decide...

My working activity was concentrated mostly here, in internet, after the New Year feast. I was too tired to climb all the local "mountains" with the tourists in those last weeks, honestly, and enjoyed sitting for the notebook working for one Italian Group that produces different foods such as macaroni, sauces etc. I worked very hard and, with my great  satisfaction, developed a very interesting strategy that can help them to conquest Russian Market with relatively limited investments.

In the mean period, my ex-boss called me, and I told him about this my new idea, my personal "invention". He was very enthusiast of it and, with his friend, decided to create a Ltd to take advantage of this huge money making possibility. He called his friend to join us and, now, his son, too.

I was happy. The credibility and the relations of my boss are enormous. I would never arrive at such picks even if I would do impossible.

I know that business is business, and it's a stupidity to share own ideas with anybody. You have only sell them. But, stupid old baby that is not able to learn from own and other's errors, I continue to believe in the honesty and good sides of the persons. What can I say you? I gave him all the important information of my project.

Now, they do not need me as a part of the project more. So, my role -if requested- will be limited to simple and low-paid translations...

There was a short episode in an old Italian movie, where the father makes his 4 years old son fall down from the table and says him
Nella vita non ti devi fidare di nessuno, neppure di tuo padre!
You have never trust anybody in the life, even me. It's my biggest gift to your birthday.

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